Apocalypse: I Build A Doomsday Train - Chapter 335 - 247 Silent Hunt_4

An unnamed scout, sacrificed on the battlefield of the Southern Border, is miraculously reborn in an alternate universe. Unexpectedly, he becomes a shaman of the Orc Kingdom, even more, a rare Dragon Shaman that appears once in a millennium. What's more, he is cursed with the Blood Sacrifice of the vilest magic pet!What lies behind this curse?A charming beauty of the Fox Tribe, a Mermaid Princess from the Abyss Kingdom, a mysterious Clam Girl from the East, a Swan Warrior maiden, who is the very embodiment of an angel, all these arrive at his side one by one.Mysterious Panda Warriors from the Eastern Panta Clan, powerful Elephant Warriors of the Orephin Clan, the invincible Whale Knights of the Banilou Tribe, from the deep sea, to the formidable warriors of Summer Palace will follow our protagonist on the stage of a grand war, carving their own path to glory.Witness how our protagonist confronts his new identity, challenges the formidable human magic and invincible legions with the heroic Orc war-song. Witness how our protagonist take on the identity of the Double Dragon Shaman to defeat the Dragon Knights, leading the Bimon warriors, whose brilliance is gradually fading, and penning a saga of zero mortality amidst the battle with foreign invaders!

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.

Vincent van Gogh, the painter who refused to be an accessory Of power and painted with his soul at the tip of a brush, was not understood by anyone and had to die like a madman, and he woke up in 21st century Korea.

Like a wheat field melted with gold, like a sunflower that swallowed the sun, a dazzling painter once again takes the brush.

In his first life, losing the one he loved the most, he fell into depression as grief overshadowed his life until death knocked on his door. 

He thought that he would finally be free from the nightmare but his life was far from over. 

He was reborn again. 

In the second life, he was reborn as the youngest prince of the strongest empire and was born with a silver spoon. 

He was married to five Beautiful goddesses. 

His first wife was The Empress of the neighbouring kingdom. 

His second wife was the Saintess of the Church.

His third wife was the daughter of the wealthiest merchant group.

His fourth wife is the Goddess of War on the battlefield.

His fifth wife was an assassin known as the Shadow queen who had been raised as his caretaker.


But who he was, he was just an imbecile, an idiot, a disgusting fat pig who was ostracised by society and spat upon.

 Unable to tolerate him, The Emperor cut him off from his family tree and stripped his title of Prince and banished him to a small vassal state for the rest of his life.

The Vassal state which was in shatter and had been usurped by the noble and was on verge of destruction.

But that was until one day lightning struck him and pulled by the mysterious strings of fate, his soul ended up in The Sanctum of Goddess.

And from there, his myth begins.........

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